We are just out of Brussels, now in Flanders. The tram makes it very obvious as it stops giving its bilingual announcements to the advantage of Dutch. Our eyes catch glimpses of an industrial setting and at the same time of a village that once was. Tiny brick houses and office blocks stand awkwardly side by side. Just as a few white cows are grazing quietly on a backdrop of trucks and containers, on a soundtrack of motorway's rumbles.
Luckily, it's a sunny day. Otherwise, this strange place would look slightly depressive. It's not quite where I'd expect to see a castle! Yet, the Castle of Groot-Bijgaarden (or Grand Bigard) appears as a surprise from behind a hill. We are here for the yearly Floralia. The castle's owners have opened their modest adobe to the public, pleasing us all with a sweet flowers concoction.
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